tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67598210297109461522024-02-20T06:02:46.083-08:00sunnymailboxSharing is caring...SunnyLovesRainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10532525339252565433noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759821029710946152.post-29760503946154670072012-07-15T22:28:00.000-07:002012-07-15T22:28:10.467-07:00The Most Fabulous Banana Cake RecipeAdapted from "Mix & Bake" by Belinda Jeffery<br />
Serves 12<br />
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<b>Ingredients:</b><br />
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225g plain flour <br />
3 tsp baking powder <br />
1/4 tsp salt <br />
1/2 tsp bicarbonate of soda <br />
3 - 4 very ripe banana (about 1 cup), mashed <br />
340g castor sugar <br />
2 eggs <br />
125g unsalted butter, room temperature cut into small chunks <br />
100ml buttermilk <br />
1 1/2 tsp vanilla extract <br />
1/4 cup chopped walnuts<br />
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<b>For topping:</b> <br />
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2 ripen bananas, slice thinly for topping (optional) <br />
1 Tbsp castor sugar <br />
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<b>Method</b>: <br />
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1) Preheat oven to 180C. Butter and line a deep 26cm ring tin or 2 loaf tins <br />
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2) Put the flour, baking powder, salt and bicarbonate sode into a food processor and whiz for about 15 seconds. Remove and tranfer into a bowl. <br />
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3) Add the bananas to the processor together with the eggs and sugar. Whiz for 1 mintue. Then add the butter and whiz for another minute until thick and creamy. Now add the buttermilk and vanilla extract and pulse in quick on/off bursts. The add the flour and again mix it in with quick bursts, scrapping down the sides once or twice. Do not overmix or cake will be tough. Add the chopped walnuts and give it a quick stir with a spatula. Scoop batter into prepared tin and smoothen out.<br />
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4) Optional: Place the sliced bananas on top of the batter and sprinkle with sugar. B<br />
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5) Bake for about 30 - 35 minutes. Do not open the oven during baking time or the center may sink. Cool cake completely before unmoulding.<br />
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<center><a href="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b137/jos2829/Cakes%20Cupcakes%20and%20Slices%202/?action=view&current=bananadate2.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="banana date 2" border="0" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b137/jos2829/Cakes%20Cupcakes%20and%20Slices%202/bananadate2.jpg" /></a></center>SunnyLovesRainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10532525339252565433noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759821029710946152.post-15934690829927162062012-01-12T00:32:00.001-08:002012-01-12T00:32:41.097-08:00Hershey's Best BrowniesAdapted from <a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/">http://www.recipezaar.com/</a><br />
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Ingredients<br />
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• 1 cup butter or margarine (melt in microwave, about 1 1/2 minutes on high)<br />
• 3/4 cup cocoa powder<br />
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• 1 cup plain flour<br />
• 1/2 teaspoon baking powder <br />
• 1/4 teaspoon salt <br />
• 2 cups sugar (it's ok, just indulge the sweetness!)<br />
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• 2 teaspoons vanilla <br />
• 4 eggs <br />
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How-to:<br />
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1. First mix all the dry ingredients including the sugar mix so the cocoa is well incorporated. <br />
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2. Add the melted butter lightly mix just a few times. (just use yr hand whisk or wooden spoon)<br />
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3. Then add all the eggs and vanilla at once, mix a few times more until combined. Do not overmix. <br />
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4. Pour into yr baking tray, bake, cool completely, cut into squares, ENJOSunnyLovesRainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10532525339252565433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759821029710946152.post-66861550682602611572011-05-27T02:40:00.001-07:002011-05-27T02:40:59.905-07:00Moist Carrot Cake<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><strong></strong>(adapted from <a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/2008/12/carrot-cake-with-maple-cream-cheese-frosting/">SmittenKitchen</a>)<br />
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1 cup plain flour<br />
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1 tsp baking soda<br />
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1/2 tsp salt<br />
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1 tsp powdered cinnamon<br />
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a pinch of powdered nutmeg<br />
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3/4 cup sugar<br />
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1/2 cups corn oil (or u can use any cooking oil u hv at home)<br />
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2 eggs<br />
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1 1/2 cups grated carrots (about 1 medium sized carrot)<br />
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1/4 cup raisins <br />
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1/4 cup canned pineapple, chopped and drained<br />
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<strong>Methods</strong><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'MS Mincho'; mso-fareast-language: JA;">Whisk flour, baking soda, salt, cinnamon and nutmeg in your favourite bowl. Mix well. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'MS Mincho'; mso-fareast-language: JA;">Using a hand mixer, blend </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'MS Mincho'; mso-fareast-language: JA;">sugar and oil in another bowl until well blended. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'MS Mincho'; mso-fareast-language: JA;">Whisk in eggs 1 at a time. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'MS Mincho'; mso-fareast-language: JA;">Add flour mixture all at once, stir (or fold) until blended. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'MS Mincho'; mso-fareast-language: JA;">Stir in carrots, raisins and pineapple chunks.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'MS Mincho'; mso-fareast-language: JA;">That's it! :) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'MS Mincho'; mso-fareast-language: JA;">I used an 8-inch tin. For my oven, I baked at 160C for 55 minutes. After about 30 minutes in the oven, I covered the top of the baking tin loosely with aluminum foil to prevent the cake from being too 'tan'.. hehe</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'MS Mincho'; mso-fareast-language: JA;">Top with cream cheese topping. YUM!</span></div>SunnyLovesRainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10532525339252565433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759821029710946152.post-74388151190570967312011-04-17T22:10:00.000-07:002011-04-17T22:10:15.936-07:00Congo Bars<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><br />
</strong></div><div style="text-align: left;">2 3/4 cup flour (tepung gandum biasa)<br />
2 1/2 tsp baking powder<br />
1/2 tsp salt<br />
2/3 cup butter<br />
8oz light brown sugar (equals to 1 1/2cup)<br />
3 large eggs<br />
1 tsp vanilla<br />
2 cups chocolate chips<br />
1 cup pecans (i didn't use this)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
Sift flour, baking powder and salt into a large bowl. Set aside.<br />
Stir brown sugar into softened butter (room temp) in another large bowl until butter disappears. <br />
(I used a wooden spoon)<br />
Add eggs one at a time to butter mixture and stir well after each egg (using the same wooden spoon).<br />
Add vanilla, chocolate chips and nuts. Mix well. (also using spoon)<br />
Add dry flour mixture and stir until well combined. (also using spoon)<br />
Bake in a 13/9 inch pan at 170C for about 30 minutes or until the top is golden brown. <br />
Make sure you don’t over bake. ( i baked exactly 30 mins at 165C)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="color: orange;"><span style="font-size: small;">Ingredients</span></div><div style="color: orange;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: orange;"><span style="font-size: small;">• 1 cup butter (I used 1 block 250g buttercup) - melt in microwave</span></div><div style="color: orange;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: orange;"><span style="font-size: small;">• 2 cups sugar </span></div><div style="color: orange;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: orange;"><span style="font-size: small;">• 2 teaspoons vanilla </span></div><div style="color: orange;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: orange;"><span style="font-size: small;">• 4 eggs </span></div><div style="color: orange;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: orange;"><span style="font-size: small;">• 3/4 cup cocoa powder</span></div><div style="color: orange;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: orange;"><span style="font-size: small;">• 1 cup plain flour</span></div><div style="color: orange;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: orange;"><span style="font-size: small;">• 1/2 teaspoon baking powder </span></div><div style="color: orange;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: orange;"><span style="font-size: small;">• 1/4 teaspoon salt </span></div><div style="color: orange;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: orange;"><span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: small;">First mix all the dry ingredients including the sugar. Mix so the cocoa is well incorporated. Then add the melted butter, lightly mix just a few times. Then add all the eggs and vanilla all at once, mix a few times. Do not over mix! (if u overmix, u'll get cakey brownies). Bake. (I baked mine at 160C for 25 mins). </span></div></div>SunnyLovesRainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10532525339252565433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759821029710946152.post-83177873089832012782011-02-05T00:06:00.001-08:002011-02-05T00:10:01.168-08:00Red Velvet cake<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><strong><em>Ingredients</em></strong><br />
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1 1/4 cup sifted flour<br />
1/2 tsp baking powder<br />
1/2 tsp salt<br />
1 tbsp cocoa powder<br />
1 tbsp red colouring<br />
1/4 cup soft unsalted butter (about 50g)<br />
3/4 cup sugar<br />
1 egg<br />
1/2 tsp vanilla extract<br />
1/2 cup buttermilk (I used 1/2 cup low fat milk plus a few drops vinegar)<br />
1/2 tsp vinegar<br />
1/2 tsp baking soda<br />
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<em><strong>Cream cheese frosting</strong></em><br />
125g cream cheese<br />
50g unsalted butter ( I used SCS salted)<br />
110g icing sugar (mine, 1/2 cup)<br />
1 cup fresh cream, whipped until stiff<br />
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Method<br />
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1. Preheat oven to 175 degrees Celsius.<br />
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2. In one container, sieve flour, baking powder and salt. Set aside.<br />
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3. In a small container, combine cocoa powder and red coloring and stir well until form a paste. It's ok to add a little water in case it's too sticky.<br />
3. Using a mixer, beat butter with sugar until light and fluffy. Add egg, beat until blended. Add vanilla extract and cocoa powder mixture, beat until well blended.<br />
(I think it is ok to add cocoa powder and red coloring separately without mixing them beforehand)<br />
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4. Add in sifted flour and buttermilk alternately. Beginning and ending with flour. (F-M-F-M-F)<br />
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5. In a small bowl, combine vinegar and baking soda and add it to ur batter. Stir well with a spatula. Pour into a 6" baking pan and bake it for 50mins or until cooked.<br />
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6. Let cool on wire rack.<br />
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7. Once cool, slice cake into two and spread cream cheese filling.. top it with the rest of ur cream cheese too... chill for a few hrs.. slice and enjoy!<br />
*** note the recipe is halved from the Mystery Cake recipe, so it uses 6 inch tin. I used 8 inch tin (coz i dont have 6 inch! ouch!) the cake definitely will look good standing taller :)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">Cream Cheese frosting:<br />
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1. Beat cream cheese with butter until soft.<br />
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2. Turn mixer to low speed, add powdered sugar a little at a time. Whisk until well blended.<br />
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3. Add whipped cream, stir through with a spatula.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">got the recipe from here:<a href="http://adorablecupcakes.blogspot.com/2011/01/cake-that-stops-traffic">http://adorablecupcakes.blogspot.com/2011/01/cake-that-stops-traffic</a></span></div>SunnyLovesRainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10532525339252565433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759821029710946152.post-57442460187159376162011-02-05T00:01:00.000-08:002011-02-05T00:01:37.888-08:00Red Mystery Cake<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><b>Ingredients</b></span><br />
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1 cup butter<br />
1 1/2 cups sugar<br />
2 eggs<br />
2 ounces red food coloring (this got me off!!)<br />
2 tablespoons cocoa<br />
2 1/2 cups sifted cake flour<br />
1 teaspoon salt<br />
1 cup buttermilk<br />
1 teaspoon vanilla<br />
1 tablespoon vinegar<br />
1 teaspoon baking soda<br />
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Cream butter and sugar together thoroughly. Add eggs and beat well. Make a thin paste of the food coloring and cocoa. Add to creamed mixture.<br />
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Sift flour and salt together and add to batter alternately with buttermilk. Blend in vanilla.<br />
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Combine soda and vinegar and mix into batter immediately at low speed. Pour at once into two greased and waxed paper lined 9-inch layer cake tins.<br />
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Bake in a 350 degree oven for 25 minutes. Let cool and then remove from pans. Fill and frost with cream cheese icing.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Recipe from: </span><a href="http://www.barrypopik.com/" style="color: #aa55a0; text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">http://www.barrypopik.com/</span></a><br />
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I tried the one from <a href="http://www.bisousatoi.com/" style="color: #aa55a0; text-decoration: none;">Rima's</a> and I must say... hmmm.. this one's a keeper!!!<br />
I've tried a few recipes out there but this one really got me hooked!</span></div>SunnyLovesRainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10532525339252565433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759821029710946152.post-84512176162218748302010-04-29T01:42:00.001-07:002010-04-29T01:42:17.365-07:00Devil's Food Chocolate Cake 1 cup all purpose flour (tepung gandum biasa)<br />
1/4 cup cocoa powder<br />
3/4 teaspoon bicarbonate soda<br />
1/4 teaspoon salt<br />
1/2 cup granulated sugar<br />
1/2 cup brown sugar<br />
65 gram butter ( i didnt even measure, agak2 je..)<br />
1 large egg - size A (i used 2eggs, size C)<br />
1 teaspoon vanilla extract<br />
1/4 cup buttermilk (homemade: 1/4 cup milk added with a few drops of distilled vinegar (cuka biasa), leave to rest for about 20 minutes<br />
1/2 cup warm water <br />
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Methods:<br />
Set your oven at 170C (i set mine at 160C)<br />
Prepare your cake tins, I used my casserole. <br />
Sieve flour, cocoa powder, bicarbonate soda, salt, and set aside. <br />
Beat butter with sugars until light and fluffy, add eggs. <br />
When all well incorporated add the dry ingredients (flour, cocoa powder etc) and alternate with liquid ingredients (buttermilk + warm water) in three portions, last incorporate the vanilla extract. <br />
Bake for about 30 minutes or until just cooked<br />
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<strong>Cream Cheese Frosting</strong><br />
250 g Philly cheese (i made only half-125g)<br />
125 g butter (i use about 60g)<br />
1 cup icing sugar (i used 1/2 cup)<br />
1 teaspoon vanilla extract<br />
juice of a squeezed slice of lemon, to rid the cheese taste (i didnt put)<br />
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Beat the cheese and butter, just until creamy, add the icing sugar, vanilla and lemon juice.<br />
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<strong>Chocolate Ganache</strong><br />
200 ml double cream with at least 30% fat content<br />
250 g dark chocolate, chopped finely<br />
a pinch of salt<br />
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In a double boiler, warm the cream until just at boiling point, add the chocolate and salt and stir, when all chocolate is melted, remove from the heat and continue stirring until all well mixed.<br />
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Wait for the cake to cool completely, spread the cream cheese frosting and pour the ganache on top.SunnyLovesRainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10532525339252565433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759821029710946152.post-45644749959382682232009-09-12T10:22:00.000-07:002009-09-12T10:29:15.473-07:00Mean Parents<p style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><i><span style=";font-family:Palatino Linotype;" ><span style=";font-family:";" >Someday when my children are old enough to<br /> understand the logic that motivates a parent, I will<br /> tell them, as my Mean Mom told me: I loved you<br /> enough . . . to ask where you were going, with whom,<br /> and what time you would be home.<br /> <br /> I loved you enough to be silent and let you<br /> discover that your new best friend was a creep.<br /> <br /> I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours<br /> while you cleaned your room, a job that should have taken 15 minutes. </span></span></i></b><br /><b><i><span style=";font-family:Palatino Linotype;" ><span style=";font-family:";" ><br /> I loved you enough to let you see anger,<br /> disappointment, and tears in my eyes. Children must<br /> learn that their parents aren't perfect.<br /> <br /> I loved you enough to let you assume the<br /> responsibility for your actions even when the<br /> penalties were so harsh they almost broke my heart.<br /> <br /> But most of all, I loved you enough . . . to say<br /> NO when I knew you would hate me for it.<br /> <br /> Those were the most difficult battles of all. I'm<br /> glad I won them, because in the end you won, too.<br /> And someday when your children are old enough to<br /> understand the logic that motivates parents, you will tell them.<br /> <br /> Was your Mom mean? I know mine was. We had the<br /> meanest mother in the whole world! While other kids<br /> ate candy for breakfast, we had to have cereal, eggs, and toast. </span></span></i></b><br /><b><i><span style=";font-family:Palatino Linotype;" ><span style=";font-family:";" >When others had a <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1252776258_0">Pepsi</span> and a Twinkie for lunch, we had to eat sandwiches. </span></span></i></b><br /><b><i><span style=";font-family:Palatino Linotype;" ><span style=";font-family:";" > And you can guess our mother fixed us a dinner that was<br /> different from what other kids had, too.<br /> <br /> Mother insisted on knowing where we were at all<br /> times. You'd think we were convicts in a prison. She<br /> had to know who our friends were, and what we were<br /> doing with them. She insisted that if we said we<br /> would be gone for an hour, we would be gone for an hour or less.</span></span></i></b></span> </p><p style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><i><span style=";font-family:Palatino Linotype;" ><span style=";font-family:";" >We were ashamed to admit it, but she had the nerve<br /> to break the <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1252776258_1">Child Labor Laws</span> by making us work We<br /> had to wash the dishes, make the beds, learn to<br /> cook, vacuum the floor, do laundry, empty the trash<br /> and all sorts of cruel jobs. I think she would lie<br /> awake at night thinking of more things for us to do.<br /> <br /> She always insisted on us telling the truth, the<br /> whole truth, and nothing but the truth. By the time<br /> we were teenagers, she could read our minds and had<br /> eyes in the back of her head. Then, life was really tough!<br /> <br /> Mother wouldn't let our friends just honk the horn<br /> when they drove up. They had to come up to the door<br /> so she could meet them. While everyone else could<br /> date when they were 12 or 13, we had to wait until we were 16 .<br /> <br /> Because of our mother we missed out on lots of<br /> things other kids experienced. None of us have ever<br /> been caught shoplifting, vandalizing other's<br /> property or ever arrested for any crime. It was all her fault.<br /> <br /> Now that we have left home, we are all educated, honest adults. We are doing our best to be mean parents just like Mom was.<br /> <br /> I think that is what's wrong with the world today.<br /> It just doesn't have enough mean moms! </span></span></i></b><b><i><span style=";font-family:Arial;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;" ><br /> <br /> </span></span></i></b><b><i><span style=";font-family:Palatino Linotype;" ><span style=";font-family:";" ><br /> <span style="color:red;"><span style="color:red;"> <u>PASS THIS ON TO ALL THE MEAN PARENTS YOU KNOW. (And Their Kids!!!)</u></span></span></span></span></i></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"></span></span></p> <p><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"> </span></span></p> <p><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"> </span></span></p>SunnyLovesRainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10532525339252565433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759821029710946152.post-88882080811400480252009-09-12T10:14:00.001-07:002009-09-12T10:14:57.255-07:00latest info on H1N1<p><i><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic;" lang="EN-GB">JUST A SMALL BUT MEANINGFUL INFO FROM ME TO YOU AND YR FRIENDS...MY PERSONAL EXPERIENCE OF H1N1 SINCE IT PRACTICALLY HIT US LIKE A TIME BOMB.....</span></span></i><span lang="EN-GB"><br /><br />My staff was crying herself sick <span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1252775459_16">on Tuesday morning</span>...was told that her son was confirmed of H1N1 in his Uni at Kangar, Perlis...worse was that when he was bedridden 2 days the warden didnt even bother to sent to hospital till his dad came fm KL and with his friends assistance brought him to GH Kangar....<br /><br />No one bothered in the hospital and he was put in the normal ward for another 2 days!!! (imagine the amount of people he has infected!!) .....after 2 days and his eyes were turning yellow and saliva greenish...he was put in quarantined room...<br /><br />Called his mom to say...minta maaf and ampun la dosa dia, etc...she practically fainted just telling me the story.. cant do much cos she x have enough money to go to the north with the father...<br /><br />First thing we did was made her call the hospital and insist that they sent him to Sg.Buloh Hospital or any other hospital in KL since they seemed to be more alert and more equipt...they refused of course...so I sent her off to Kangar the same day to solve the problem.<br /><br />Whilst this was happening, SUBHANALLAH, I had a call from one Ustaz who was in town to "help cure" another H1N1 child in Shah Alam....and was told this simple prescription by him.....of course kena redha pada ALLAH and niat dengan sesungguh nya...selawat 3x...<br /><b><u><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></u></b></span><b><u><span style="font-size:130%;color:green;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: green; font-weight: bold;" lang="EN-GB">EAT MINIMUM 6 GREEN APPLES</span></span></u></b><b><u><span style="font-weight: bold;" lang="EN-GB"> </span></u></b><b><u><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;" lang="EN-GB">A DAY AND <span style="color:black;"><span style="color: black;">FRESH ORANGE JUICE</span></span></span></span></u></b><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-GB">for those with sore throat please blend the apples and keep on taking till your fever disappear and yr symtoms are gone....I cannot explain it but the child in Shah Alam was ok too after taking this tip....</span></span><span lang="EN-GB"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-GB">ALHAMDULILLAH...my staff's son was given the apple juice for the whole day <span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1252775459_17">on Monday</span>/Tuesday and dengan <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1252775459_18">kuasa ALLAH</span> he was out of the fever yesterday Wednesday....she called me and was crying on the phone to say that her son was out of ICU and was able to eat normally...all these happened within just 4 days today (thursday 6 august)...</span></span><span lang="EN-GB"><br /><br />This is just to share with my fellow sisters and brothers and hope this small info could assist others as well, INSYA'ALLAH!!!!!!!!!! No harm in trying and kuasa ALLAH anything can happen!!!!</span></p> <span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></span>SunnyLovesRainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10532525339252565433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759821029710946152.post-63226622917728471902009-09-12T10:10:00.000-07:002009-09-12T10:21:24.343-07:00coconut water<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:12;" >Dr Palaniappan, former associate professor of ecology at University Malaya, said his 33 years of research had shown that high acidity in the body resulted in loss of immunity, thus making people more susceptible to <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1252775429_5">viral diseases</span> like Influenza A (H1N1).<br /><br />Hence, to prevent acidity, it was essential to consume <span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1252775429_6">alkaline food</span> and drinks that could neutralize excess acid in the body.<br /><br />Dr Palaniappan recommends coconut water, which is alkaline, and therefore could be used as a herbal medicine for the prevention of H1N1.</span></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:navy;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:navy;" ></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;" >So, no harm trying ... it is rather inexpensive... you can get 5 to 6 fresh coconut (whole fruit) at RM10.00 at a store besides the entrance to Maybank, Subang Perdana!</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:navy;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:navy;" ><br /></span></span></p>SunnyLovesRainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10532525339252565433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759821029710946152.post-81655206826824278582009-09-12T10:06:00.000-07:002009-09-12T10:09:55.381-07:00a Wonderful story...lesson to learn...<div id="idOWAReplyText86807"> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">A lovely story to begin the day with. Monica married Hitesh this day. At the end of the wedding party, Monica's mother gave her a newly opened bank saving passbook.With Rs.1000 deposit amount. Mother: 'Monica, take this passbook. Keep it as a record of your marriage life. When there's something happy and memorable happened in your new life, put some money in. Write down what it's about next to the line. The more memorable the event is, the more money you can put in. I've done the</span></span><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:teal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; color: teal;"> </span></span>first one for you today. Do the others with Hitesh.When you look back after years, you can know how much happiness you've had.'<br /> Monica shared this with Hitesh when getting home. They both thought it was a great idea and were anxious to know when the second deposit can be<br /> made. This was what they did after certain time: - <span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1252774729_5">7 Feb</span>: Rs.100, <span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1252774729_6">first birthday celebration</span> for Hitesh after marriage - <span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1252774729_7">1 Mar</span>: Rs.300, salary raise for Monica<br /> - <span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1252774729_8">20 Mar</span>: Rs.200, vacation trip to Bali<span style="font-family:Calibri;color:teal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; color: teal;"> </span></span> - 15 Apr: Rs.2000, Monica got pregnant<span style="font-family:Calibri;color:teal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; color: teal;"> </span></span>- 1 Jun: Rs.1000, Hitesh got promoted ..... and so on...<br /> However, after years, they started fighting and arguing for trivial things.They didn't talk much. They regretted that they had married the<br /> most nasty people in the world.... no more love...Kind of typical nowadays, huh?<br /> <br /> One day Monica talked to her Mother:<br /> 'Mom, we can't stand it anymore. We agree to divorce. I can't imagine how<br /> I decided to marry this guy!!!'<br /> Mother: 'Sure, girl, that's no big deal. Just do whatever you want if you<br /> really can't stand it. But before that, do one thing first. Remember the<br /> saving passbook I gave you on your wedding day? Take out all money and<br /> spend it first. You shouldn't keep any record of such a poor marriage.'<br /> Monica thought it was true. So she went to the bank, waiting at the queue<br /> and planning to cancel the account. While she was waiting, she took a look at the passbook record. She looked,<br /> and looked, and looked. Then the memory of all the previous joy and<br /> happiness just came up her mind. Her eyes were then filled with tears. She<br /> left and went home. When she was home, she handed the passbook to Hitesh, asked him to spend<br /> the money before getting divorce. The next day, Hitesh gave the passbook back to Monica. She found a new<br /> deposit of Rs.5000. And a line next to the record: 'This is the day I<br /> notice<span style="font-family:Calibri;color:teal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; color: teal;"> . </span></span> how much I've loved you thru out all these years. How much happiness you've brought me.'<br /> They hugged and cried, putting the passbook back to the safe.<br /> Do you know how much money they had saved when they retired? I did not<br /> ask.I believe the money did not matter any more after they had gone thru all the good years in their life.<br /> "When you fall, in any way,<br /> Don't see the place where you fell, Instead see the place from where you slipped.<br /> <span style="font-family:Calibri;color:teal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; color: teal;"> </span></span></p> </div> </div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><strong><b><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> Life is about correcting mistakes."</span></span></b></strong></p> </div>SunnyLovesRainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10532525339252565433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759821029710946152.post-25227531891892399572009-09-12T10:00:00.000-07:002009-10-03T06:57:53.789-07:00Burnt toast<div class="Section1"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"><span siz="=2" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;" >A beautiful story to ponder upon... if everyone in this world learns to accep<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color:blue;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">t</span><o:p></o:p></span></span> others' mistakes and forgive each other... life will move smoothly.<br /><br />This is a beautiful story......Embracing Imperfection....A story by a girl.<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color:blue;"><br /></span></span><br />"When i was a little girl, my mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work.<br />On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage, and extremely burned toast in front of my dad. i remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! <span style="color:blue;"><span style="color:blue;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"><span siz="=2" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;" >Yet all my dad did was reach for his toast, smile at my mom, and ask me how my day was at school. I don't remember what I told him that night, but I do remember Watching him smear butter and jelly on that toast and eat every bite!<br /><br />When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad For burning the toast. And<span style="color:navy;"><span style="color:navy;"> </span></span>I'll never forget what he said: 'Baby, I love burned toast.<br /><br />Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if He really<br />liked his toast burned.. He wrapped me in his arms and said, 'Debbie, your<br />Momma put in a hard day at work today and she's real tired. And besides a<br />little burnt toast never hurt anyone!' You know, life is full of imperfect things.....and imperfect people. I'm not the best housekeeper or cook.'<br /><br />What I've learned over the years is that learning to accept each other's faults<br />- and choosing to celebrate each other's differences is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy,growing, and lasting relationship.<br /><br />And that's my prayer for you today. That you will learn to take the good, the<br />bad, and the ugly parts of your life and lay them at the feet of GOD. Because in the end, He's the only One who will be able to give you a relationship where burnt toast isn't a deal-breaker!<br />We could extend this to any relationship in fact - as<br />understanding is the base of any relationship, be it a husband-wife or<br />parent-child or friendship!! "<br /><br />"Don't put the key to your happiness in someone else's pocket but into your<br />own." <span style="color:blue;"><span style="color:blue;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><font=20 style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Have a great day, week, month, year, life...!!</span></font=20></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" ><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;" ><o:p></o:p></span></span><!--=--></p></div>SunnyLovesRainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10532525339252565433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759821029710946152.post-11981857267578554572009-09-12T09:58:00.000-07:002009-09-12T10:00:45.459-07:00The million dollar answer<div> <div> <div> <div> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">A contestant Sally, on 'Who Wants to be a <span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1252774586_2">Millionaire</span>?' had reached<br />the final plateau. If she answered the next question correctly, she<br />would win $1,000,000. If she answered incorrectly, she would pocket<br />only the $25,000 milestone money.<br /><br />And as she suspected the <span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1252774586_3">Million Dollar Question</span> was no pushover.<br /><br />It was, 'Which of the following <span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1252774586_4">species of birds</span> does<br />not build its own nest but instead lays its eggs in the nests of other<br />birds?<br /><br />Is it:<br /><br />A) the condor<br />B) the buzzard<br />C) the cuckoo<br />D) the vulture<br /><br />Sally was on the spot. She did not know the answer. She<br />had already used up her 50/50 <span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1252774586_5">Lifeline</span> and her Ask the Audience<br />Lifeline.. All that remained was her Phone-a-Friend Lifeline. She<br />hoped she would not have to use it because......... Her friend was,<br />well, a blonde. But she had no alternative.<br /><br />She called her friend and gave her the question and the<br />four choices.<br /><br />The blonde responded unhesitatingly: 'That's easy. The<br />answer is C: the cuckoo.'<br /><br />The contestant had to make a decision and make it fast.<br />She considered employing a reverse strategy and giving any answer<br />except the one that her friend had given her. And considering her<br />friend was a blonde that would seem to be the logical thing to do. But<br />her friend had responded with such confidence, such certitude, that<br />the contestant could not help but be convinced. Crossing her fingers,<br />the contestant said, 'C: The cuckoo.'<br /><br />'Is that your final answer?'<br /><br />'Yes, that is my final answer.'<br /><br />'That answer is Absolutely correct! You are now a millionaire!'<br /><br />Three days later, the contestant hosted a party for her<br />family members including the blonde who had helped her win the <span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1252774586_6">million<br />dollars</span>.<br /><br />'Charlene, I just do not know how to Thank You, ' said the<br />contestant. 'How did you happen to know the right answer?'<br /><br />'Oh, come on,' said the blonde'. Everybody knows that<br />cuckoos don't build nests?. They live in clocks.'<br /><br />Sally fainted.</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"></span></span></p> </div> </div> </div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> <br /></span></span></p> </div>SunnyLovesRainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10532525339252565433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759821029710946152.post-76146777227135862912009-09-12T09:56:00.000-07:002009-09-12T09:58:21.220-07:00Mujo - more reasons to love terengganu besides the beautiful islands.Some article about Trengganu..........have fun!!!<br /><br />Mujo or mujur in Standard Bahasa means "fortunate" or "lucky". In<br />Terengganu it means more than that. Mujo is an attitude, a testament to<br />the optimism of the Terengganu folks. I believe that Terengganunese are<br />optimistic. I haven't heard of any suicides there yet. No news<br />whatsoever of people jumping down from coconut trees or drinking expired<br />budu (preserved anchovy thick sauce) neat in order to expire themselves.<br />You must remember that Terengganu people lived with ferries, morning<br />papers that came in the night and other things people in the <span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1252774586_18">West Coast</span><br />take for granted. In spite of doing without 4D shops, discos, malls or<br />Hot Spot-enabled coffee houses, they are surviving well without any<br />mental hospital in sight. All because they have mujo .<br /> <br />Like I mentioned previously, mujo encapsulate a philosophy in itself.<br />It means one should thank God that it is not worse. Time for an<br />illustration.<br /><br />(Cut to a scene of 3 village ladies in their kemban washing clothes by<br />the village well)<br /><br />Mok Long Selamoh : Guane doh adik mung Mek?<br />(How is your brother Mek?)<br /> <br />Mok Teh Som :Bakpe pulok adik dia?<br />(What happened to her brother?)<br /> <br />Mok Long Selamoh : Laaa! Mung dok tau ke Som?<br />(You don't know Som?)<br /> <br />Mok Teh Som : Dok tau setarang kita.<br />(I don't know anything)<br /><br />Mok Long Selamoh : Adik Mek ni kena langgor lori kemareng.<br />(Mek's brother was knocked down by a lorry yesterday)<br /> <br />Mek Beso : Bukang lori Mok Long, beng ikang!<br />(It wasn't a lorry Mok Long, it was a fish van)<br /> <br />Mok Long Selamoh : Mujo bukang lori!<br />(Lucky it wasn't a lorry)<br /> <br />Mok Teh Som : Pah tu? Terok ke?<br />(Then? Was he seriously injured?)<br /> <br />Mek Beso :Kaki patoh sebeloh......<br />(One leg was broken)<br /> <br />Mok Teh Som : Mujo dok patoh dua dua<br />(Lucky both legs weren't broken)<br /> <br />Mok Long Selamoh : Tu pong mujo dreba beng dang brek.<br />(It was lucky that the van driver braked in time)<br /> <br />Mek Beso : Mujo beng tu dok laju..<br />(Lucky the van wasn't going fast..)<br /><br />(Fade to black.)<br /> <br />If both legs were broken, the response would be "Mujo dok pecoh pala"<br />(Lucky the head wasn't broken). If the head WAS broken, the response<br />would be "Mujo dok mati" (Lucky he didn't die). If the worst happened<br />and the brother died, the mujo would still surface.<br /><br />"Mujo lah bukang adik kita" (Lucky it wasn't my brother). You get the<br />drift.<br /> <br />Mujo . A nice word. Adopt it. Embrace it. It will preserve your<br />sanity.....SunnyLovesRainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10532525339252565433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759821029710946152.post-90744637740572392282009-08-12T22:44:00.000-07:002009-08-12T22:48:28.215-07:00To All MOTHERS...After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me<br />to take another woman out to dinner and a movie.<br />She said, 'I love you, but I know this other woman<br />loves you and would Love to spend<br />some time with you.'<br /><br />The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my Mother, who has<br />been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three<br />children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.<br /><br />That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner<br />and a movie. 'What's wrong, are you well,' she asked? My mother is the<br />type of woman who suspects<br />that a late night call or a surprise invitation<br />is a sign of bad news.<br /><br />'I thought that it would be pleasant to spend<br />some time with you,' I responded 'just the two of us.' She thought about<br />it for a moment, and then said,<br />'I would like that very much.'<br /><br />That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit<br />nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to<br />be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She<br />had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to<br />celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that was<br />as radiant as an angel's.<br />'I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were<br />impressed,' she said, as she got into the car. 'They can't wait to hear<br />about our meeting.'<br /><br />We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant,<br />was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm<br />as if she were the First Lady.....<br /><br />After we sat down, I had to read the menu.<br />Her eyes could only read large print. Half-way through the entrees, I<br />lifted my eyes and saw Mother<br />sitting there staring at me.<br />A nostalgic smile was on her lips.<br /><br />'It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small,' she<br />said. 'Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor,' I<br />responded. During the dinner , we had an agreeable conversation nothing<br />extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each other's life. We<br />talked so much that we<br />missed the movie. As we arrived at her house later, she said, 'I'll go<br />out with you again, but only if<br />you let me invite you.' I agreed.<br /><br />'How was your dinner date?' asked my wife when I got home. 'Very nice,<br />much more so than I could have imagined,' I answered.<br /><br />A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened<br />so suddenly that I didn't have a chance to do anything for her. Sometime<br />later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from<br />the same place Mother and I had dined. An attached note said: 'I paid<br />this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I could be there; but,<br />nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your<br />wife. You will never know what that night meant for me.<br /><br />'I love you, son'<br /><br />At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: 'I love<br />YOU' and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in<br />life is more important than your family. Give them the time they<br />deserve, because these things cannot be put off till some 'other' time.<br /><br />Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after<br />you've had a baby... somebody doesn't know that once you're a mother,<br />'normal' is history.<br /><br />Somebody said you can't love the second child as much as you love the<br />first.. somebody doesn't have<br />two or more children.<br /><br />Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is labor and<br />delivery....somebody never watched her 'baby' get on the bus for the<br />first day of kindergarten... or on a plane headed for military 'boot<br />camp.'<br /><br />Somebody said a Mother can stop worrying after her child gets<br />married.... somebody doesn't know that marriage adds a new son or<br />daughter-in-law to a mother's heartstrings....<br /><br />Somebody said a mother's job is done when her last child leaves home...<br />somebody never had grandchildren..<br /><br />Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so you don't need to tell<br />her... somebody isn't a mother.<br /><br />Pass this along to all the _GREAT _'mothers' in your life and to<br />everyone who ever had a mother.<br /><br />This isn't just about being a mother; it's about appreciating the people<br />in your lives while you have them... no matter who that person is!SunnyLovesRainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10532525339252565433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759821029710946152.post-52831263080897741742009-08-12T22:35:00.000-07:002009-08-12T22:44:33.374-07:00THE "CURRY" STRIKES BACK ........<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Default Sans Serif,Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> <span style=";font-family:verdana;" >An Indian goes to Australia and goes to Woolworths (A </span><span style=";font-family:verdana;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1250141962_0" >grocery store</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;" > in<br />Australia). He finds cat food at special prices. He picks a dozen<br />cans of cat food and goes to cashier counter. The Manager gets<br />suspicious. He thinks that this guy cannot have a cat, and will<br />probably feed cat food to his kids. He asks the Indian to show him<br />his cat before he could let him have cat food. The Indian goes home<br />and returns with a cat and gets to buy the cat food.<br /><br />Next week the Indian finds </span><span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;font-family:verdana;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1250141962_1" >dog food</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;" > at special prices. He picks a<br />dozen cans of dog food and goes to cashier counter. The Manager again<br />gets suspicious.. He thinks that this guy has a cat but he cannot have<br />a dog, and he will probably feed dog-food to his kids. He asks the<br />Indian to bring and show him the dog before he can let him have dog<br />food. The </span><span style=";font-family:verdana;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1250141962_2" >Sardar</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;" > goes home and returns with a dog. He gets to buy the<br />dog food.<br /><br />Next week the Indian comes to Woolworths with a bag. He asks the<br />manager to put his hand in the bag. The Manager puts his hand in the<br />bag, feels something slimy and immediately takes it out. He shouts at<br />the Indian, What the F*** is this? Is this shit you Idiot?<br /><br />The Indian calmly replies, “Yes, and I want to buy toilet paper.”</span></span></span>SunnyLovesRainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10532525339252565433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759821029710946152.post-42564254348924237332009-08-12T00:57:00.000-07:002009-08-12T01:05:25.247-07:00curtain rod!<span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><b><span style="font-weight: bold;">She spent the first day packing her belongings into boxes, crates and suitcases</span>. </b></span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /><b><span style="font-weight: bold;">On the second day, she had the movers come and collect her things</span></b><b><span style="font-weight: bold;">. </span></b><b><span style="font-weight: bold;">On the third day, she sat down for the last time at their beautiful dining room table by candle-light, put on some soft background music, and feasted on a pound of shrimp, a jar of caviar, and a bottle of spring-water</span></b><b><span style="font-weight: bold;">.<br /></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-weight: bold;">When she had finished, she went into each and every room and deposited a few half-eaten shrimp shells dipped in caviar into the hollow of the <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1250061826_1">curtain rods</span></span></b><b><span style="font-weight: bold;">. </span></b><br /><b><span style="font-weight: bold;">She then cleaned up the kitchen and left. </span></b><br /><br /><b><span style="font-weight: bold;">When the husband returned with his new girlfriend, all was bliss for the first few days</span></b><b><span style="font-weight: bold;">.<br /> </span></b><b><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Then slowly, the house began to smell</span></b><b><span style="font-weight: bold;">.<br /></span></b><b><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />They tried everything; cleaning, mopping and airing the place out.</span></b><b><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><br /></b><b><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Vents were checked for dead rodents and carpets were steam cleaned</span></b><b><span style="font-weight: bold;">.</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1250061826_2">Air fresheners</span> were hung everywhere. Exterminators were brought in to set off gas canisters, during which they had to move out for a few days and in the end they even paid to replace the expensive wool carpeting. </span></b><b><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-weight: bold;">Nothing worked!!! </span></b><b><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /> </span></b><b><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />People stopped coming over to visit.<br />Repairmen refused to work in the house.<br />The maid quit</span></b><b><span style="font-weight: bold;">.<br /></span></b><b><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Finally, they could not take the stench any longer and decided to move.<br /><br />A month later, even though they had cut their price in half, they could not find a buyer for their stinky house.</span></b><b><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></b><b><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Word got out and eventually even the local realtors refused to return their calls</span></b><b><span style="font-weight: bold;">.<br /></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-weight: bold;">Finally, they had to borrow a huge sum of money from the bank to purchase a new place</span></b><b><span style="font-weight: bold;">. </span></b><b><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />The ex-wife called the man and asked how things were going.</span></b><b><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></b><b><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />He told her the saga of the rotting house. She listened politely and said that she missed her old home ! terribly and would be willing to reduce her divorce settlement in exchange for getting the house back</span></b><b><span style="font-weight: bold;">.<br /></span></b><b><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Knowing his ex-wife had no idea how bad the smell was, he agreed on a price that was about 1/10th of what the house had been worth, but only if she were to sign the papers that very day</span></b><b><span style="font-weight: bold;">.</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-weight: bold;">She agreed and within the hour his lawyers delivered the paperwork</span></b><b><span style="font-weight: bold;">.<br /> </span></b><b><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />A week later the man and his girlfriend stood smiling as they watched the <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1250061826_3">moving company</span> pack everything to take to their new home......</span></b><b><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /> </span></b><b><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />And to <u>spite </u> the ex-wife, they even took the curtain rods!!!!!! </span></b><b><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /> </span></b><br /><b><span style="color:red;"><span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;" >I LOVE A HAPPY ENDINGS......</span></span></b> </span>SunnyLovesRainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10532525339252565433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759821029710946152.post-89140031641947120972009-08-12T00:19:00.000-07:002009-08-12T01:19:34.891-07:002 True Stories About RACISM<span style=";font-family:Default Sans Serif,Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" ><span style=";font-family:Default Sans Serif,Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" ><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" ><span style="font-size:130%;">1) I'm sure many of you watched the recent taping of the Oprah Winfrey Show where her guest was </span><span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;font-size:130%;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1250061826_16" >Tommy Hilfiger</span><span style="font-size:130%;">. On the show, she asked him if the statements about race he was accused of saying were true.<br />Statements like'... 'If I'd known African-Americans, Hispanics, Jewish<br />and Asians would buy my clothes, I WOULD NOT have made them so nice. I wish these people would *NOT* buy my clothes, as they are made for upper class white people '<br /><br />His answer to Oprah was a simple ' YES' .<br />Where after she immediately asked him to leave her show..<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />My suggestion? Don't buy your next shirt or perfume from Tommy Hilfiger.<br />Let's give him what he asked for. Let's not buy his clothes, let's put<br />Him in a financial state where he himself will not be able to afford the<br />ridiculous prices he puts on his clothes. BOYCOTT.<br />PLEASE SEND THIS MESSAGE TO ANYONE YOU KNOW.<br /><br />Then send it to the whole community that's not white people and see the result :Personal product, perfume, cosmetics, clothes, bags, etc.,<br /></span><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /></span></span></span></span><span style=";font-family:Default Sans Serif,Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" ><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;" ><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"><span style="font-size:130%;">2) Scene took place on a British Airways flight between </span><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1250061826_17" style="font-size:130%;">Johannesburg</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> and </span><span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;font-size:130%;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1250061826_18" >London</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> .<br /><br />A White woman, about 50 years old, was seated next to a black man.<br />Obviously disturbed by this, she called the air Hostess..<br />'Madam, what is the matter,' the hostess asked. ' You obviously do not see it then?' she responded. '<br />You placed me next to a black man.<br />I do not agree to sit next to someone from such a repugnant group.<br />Give me an alternative seat.' 'Be calm please,' the hostess replied.<br />' Almost all the places on this Flight is taken.<br />I will go to see if another place is available.' The Hostess went away and then came back a few minutes later. 'Madam, Just as I thought, there are no other available seats in the economy class. I spoke to the captain and he informed me that there is a seat in the business class.All the same, we still have one place in the first class.' Before the woman could say anything, the hostess continued: 'It is not Usual for our company to permit someone from the economy class to sit in the first class. However, given the circumstances, the captain feels that it would be scandalous to make someone sit next to someone so disgusting.' She turned to the black guy, and said, 'Therefore, Sir, if you would like to, please collect your hand luggage, a seat awaits you in first class.'<br />At that moment, the other passengers who were shocked by what they had just witnessed stood up and applauded.<br /><br />Both the above are true stories. If You are against racism, please send this message to all your friends; </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><br /></p></span></span>SunnyLovesRainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10532525339252565433noreply@blogger.com0